I generally don't like to use my blog to whine but that seems to be all I do with it lately. For those of you who actually read this I apologize.
My back problems have been with for about four months know. On Monday I saw a neurosurgeon, after a month of trying to find one who takes my insurance. I was expecting him to say I need surgery, but what I did not expect was for him to utterly humiliate me.
He came in and talked fast and would cut me off whenever I would try to ask questions. He did not tell me if I should have surgery or not, he just told me what he would do if I said I wanted it. After describing how he was going to take out the disc that is causing all my pain (again not letting me ask any questions). He than told me that I was FAT and LAZY and that my injury was my own fault and if that's the way I choose to live my life I deserved what I got. He left the room and disappeared down the hall leaving the door wide open and my jaw on the ground.
I felt like I was fourteen again walking though the school yard having kids yell names at me. I have been overweight my hole life. At 14 I was a foot shorter than I am know and weighed 300 lbs. To have someone talk to me like that as one adult to another was mind boggling to me. To make matters worse I'm already depressed about the 12 lbs I've gained since I hurt myself.
So when I got home I reverted to my 14 year old cooping mechanism. I ate a half-gallon of ice cream and drank a six pack.
I may need surgery but that prick is not going to be the one to do it.
My back problems have been with for about four months know. On Monday I saw a neurosurgeon, after a month of trying to find one who takes my insurance. I was expecting him to say I need surgery, but what I did not expect was for him to utterly humiliate me.
He came in and talked fast and would cut me off whenever I would try to ask questions. He did not tell me if I should have surgery or not, he just told me what he would do if I said I wanted it. After describing how he was going to take out the disc that is causing all my pain (again not letting me ask any questions). He than told me that I was FAT and LAZY and that my injury was my own fault and if that's the way I choose to live my life I deserved what I got. He left the room and disappeared down the hall leaving the door wide open and my jaw on the ground.
I felt like I was fourteen again walking though the school yard having kids yell names at me. I have been overweight my hole life. At 14 I was a foot shorter than I am know and weighed 300 lbs. To have someone talk to me like that as one adult to another was mind boggling to me. To make matters worse I'm already depressed about the 12 lbs I've gained since I hurt myself.
So when I got home I reverted to my 14 year old cooping mechanism. I ate a half-gallon of ice cream and drank a six pack.
I may need surgery but that prick is not going to be the one to do it.